My Favorite Place
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I lived in a village near the woods
that had no playgrounds or neighborhoods.
And I got to map each path and tree
within a five mile circle of me.
I'd safeguard any secrets it had
taking refuge there when feeling sad.
For finding comfort in solitude
I'd play where grownups would not intrude.
I’d shimmy up springy saplings tall
until they bent and I’d start to fall.
And gleefully descend to the ground
parachuting down without a sound.
Every apple tree or berry patch
fell under the heading of fair catch.
And each log and toadstool I'd explore
was locked in my mind forevermore.
The woods became my favorite place
a getaway from life’s daunting pace.
And I loved it when I spied a deer
just standing still with nothing to fear.
Jan. 11, 2019
Into the woods Poetry Contest
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